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Poem by Vachel Lindsay


At Mass


No doubt to-morrow I will hide
My face from you, my King.
Let me rejoice this Sunday noon,
And kneel while gray priests sing.

It is not wisdom to forget.
But since it is my fate
Fill thou my soul with hidden wine
To make this white hour great.

My God, my God, this marvelous hour
I am your son I know.
Once in a thousand days your voice
Has laid temptation low.



Vachel Lindsay


Vachel Lindsay's other poems:
  1. Upon Returning to the Country Road
  2. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
  3. The Haughty Snail-King
  4. The Spice-Tree
  5. The Master of the Dance


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